Poem Entry #3

Evangelism (01 Nov 2015)

Who is more wicked than the man who hides
A testimony from God?
In famine, he keeps his bounty inside
And never scatters abroad.

The beggars surrounding his mansion
Probe on weary hands and knees.
They aren’t looking for perfection
Just a simply Holy Breeze.

If that Breeze blows ’bout your estate
Share it with the man who’s poor.
Prepare a meal to give him a taste;
Welcome the knocks at your door.

The Kingdom of God is a banquet, not
A storehouse of mothballs and rot.

Poem Entry #2

SOS (02 Nov 2016)

I am in the library again, alone.
It’s a loud, busy place—nothing like home.
Preoccupied with paper and pen,
This solitude I drink is a poison.

I can’t spend time with family of friends
Until the semester comes to an end.
The distant stars now replace the sun;
The crisp, cold night has tragically won.

Boiling water and chaotic waves
Threaten to quicken me to a young grave.
Once my raft finally kisses the shore
Alas, there is labor forevermore.

In four years, I will finally be free.
SOS, from the university.

BONUS: Misunderstood [Songbird]

I heard
One third
Of birds
Sing words
So slurred
And blurred
That herds
Of nerds
Deferred
The birds:
“Sorry, I didn’t hear the password.”
Absurd!
Those herds
Of nerds
Hate birds.
Redbirds,
Bluebirds,
Blackbirds,
Whitebirds.
I too,
A bird,
songbird,
Have words
Deferred
Like turds
By turds.
I hate
Those nerds.
I hate
Those nerds.
They’re turds,
Not birds.
Absurd.
My words
Are slurred
And burn’d
Unheard,
Deferred.
Absurd.
Absurd.
Absurd!

10 Nov 2016

For my democratic friends, minorities, or anyone who feel isolated after this election.